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I nod frantically. “Yes.”

“Stand up and take off all your clothes,” he commands. His voice is granite, leaving no room for argument or debate. Not that I would at a time like this. To emphasize that point, I wiggle off of his lap as quickly as I can, eager to remove all barriers between us. Standing in front of him, I shed my shorts and panties as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. Tattoos cover the entire upper half of his body and my mind flashes back to last night when I laid in bed next to him, tracing over the lines with my finger as I fell asleep. Diego pulls his belt through the loops on his jeans and the leather snaps when it finally comes free, snapping me out of my thoughts. I watch him as he sets it on the table next to my plate of food and my eyes widen.

Oh, fuck.

What the hell is he going to do with that?

“Keep going,” he orders and I waste no time in grabbing my top and pulling it over my head. He holds me captive with his eyes as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs. His cock stands at attention and I can’t look away as I take a step toward him. Once I’m close enough, he leans forward and grabs my hand again, pulling me back into his lap. His length rubs against my pussy as I wiggle against him and he bands his arm around my waist again, holding me still. A noise of protest rises up in my throat.

“Diego,” I whine, hating the way my voice sounds right now but I honestly can’t help it. “Please.”

My traitorous stomach chooses this moment to growl again, reminding him that I haven’t eaten today and his eyes darken as he reaches over to the table and grabs the belt. I jerk back, trying to get away from him as I stare at the offending object with wide eyes but he doesn’t release me and when I glance back at him, he gives me a reassuring look.

“Hands behind your back, Mama.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Why not?” he asks, studying me. I don’t want to meet his eyes but I can’t seem to stop myself as I look up, trying desperately to banish memories that have the ability to ruin this moment. Shaking my head, I force my body to relax.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

His jaw tenses, revealing his frustration before he takes a deep breath and reaches up, cupping my cheek in his large hand. “Do you trust me, baby?”

Well, that’s a loaded fucking question.

Do I trust him to protect me and keep me safe? Yes.

Do I trust him to be a damn good father to our son and a supportive co-parent to me? Absolutely.

But do I trust him to hand over complete control of my body to him? I don’t trust anyone that much.

“Please,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over my cheek as he urges me with his gaze to give into him. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

Of that, I have no doubt.

Finally, I sigh and nod. “If I say stop, you stop immediately.”

“Of course.” He looks a little offended that I even felt the need to make that clear but if I’m going to let him tie my hands up, I need to know that I have the control to make it end. Taking a deep breath, I put my hands behind my back and he leans forward, wrapping his arms around my body to secure my hands as he presses his lips to my neck again and again. Once the belt is tight around my wrists, I try to tug them apart to test it but they don’t move and I force down the sliver of fear winding its way through my body.

“Now, put your feet on the rungs connecting the legs and lift your body up,” he orders and my pussy clenches at the command in his voice. God help me, the man can make me wet without even laying a finger on me. My feet find the two bars that run perpendicular to the legs and I use them to lift myself up as he keeps a hand on my hip to steady me. The other hand slips between my legs and drags across my clit.

“Diego.”

He groans. “Jesus, you’re already soaking for me. Were you sitting over here thinking about how good my cock feels inside you, Mama?”

“Yes,” I admit and he groans again, his fingers digging into my hip as his eyes close for a moment. When he opens them, he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and holds it up.

“Take what you want then.”

Air punches out of me and my legs shake as I lower myself onto his length, gasping in relief as it fills me. It’s big, stretching me open and I wiggle around on his lap as he bottoms out inside me.

“Fuck,” he grits, gripping my hip tighter as his other hand slips into my hair. He pulls me toward him and claims my mouth in a kiss so hot that I melt into him, rocking my hips. Like he’s branding me as his, he nips, licks, and kisses me until my lips feel swollen before pulling away and dragging his mouth down my neck. I rock my hips faster, pressure building in my belly and my muscles tensing.

Oh, God, I’m so close already.

Just as I feel the first spark of my release, he wraps his arm around my hips and holds me so firmly that I can’t move anymore. I whine, looking up at him and the grin on his face tells me that this was his intention all along.

“Why?”